How did Xiao Ming die?

It was the day of my funeral that I met his older brother.

Tall, very white, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

It looks weak and weak.

He heard the news on the night of the accident and rushed back from other places in a hurry.

This is the second time we have met.

On the day of the incident, I got down from the tree and rushed to the ruins to check my situation.

The body was severely deformed by the backlog, and there was nothing I could do.

I became more and more desperate until the police arrived and pulled me away.

I squatted at the scene, staring straight at the policemen carrying out rescue operations.

Until the end, the moment the body was exposed to the air, I turned my eyes away.

I dare not look, the smell of blood in the air makes me want to throw up.

The police on the side said that there was no one in the truck.

I'm not in the least shocked.

Later, I was taken away by the police to make a statement, but I didn't know where to start.

I said I was too confused, can you let me slow down for a few days.

They said yes, but they would send someone to follow me.

I said yes, where am I?

Coming out of the interrogation room, I walked to the morgue where I was.

My mind was more blank than chaotic.

I don't have any emotions, I just feel my chest is sore and swollen, but it doesn't hurt.

Leaning against the wall, I squatted down, and I squatted all night.

The next day, a person called me from the sidelines.I wasn't actually asleep, I was just a little sluggish.

He is my brother.His brother is a forensic doctor, and he is very familiar with everyone in the police station.

As soon as he got off the plane, he came to the morgue to see if it was me, and then he found me.

"You go home and have a rest." His brother said to me.

I thought he must be in a bad mood too, and I was really embarrassed to cause trouble to others, so I nodded and went home.

I got the news about the funeral from Qian Duoduo.

About 20 people came, most of them were my family members at the same table.After observing it, I felt that his parents were not inside.

The people I know only come to Leng Xiaotai, Qian Duoduo and Xiao Yao.

The king is not here.

Although Leng Xiaotai looks cold and handsome, he is actually a genuine person.

He was the one who cried the most at the scene, causing Qian Duoduo to burst into tears.

Even the usually wretched Xiao Yao honestly put himself into a black suit and stopped talking.

I just stood aside, in a daze.

After being bored at home for two days, my mother came back.

She asked me why I am not happy today.

I said, some things, I have forgotten, but I still remember now.

remember what?she asked.

I shook my head and didn't want to continue talking.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, she asked me if I wanted to go out for a big meal.

I said I was in a bad mood, you better let me stay by myself.

That night, I couldn't sleep.I recalled that on the first day of school in the second half of the second year of high school, the head teacher suddenly adjusted the seats of the whole class, and Shizhen and I became the same table.

He happened to be sitting in the third row by the window.I'm sitting in the fourth row.

The head teacher said, Shi Ming, you go to my table.

I'm not happy, because I'm the one who makes people feel dragged, and it's not easy to serve.

I carried my schoolbag in one hand and a stack of heavy books in my arms, and stumbled towards him, but he didn't even bother to pick it up!

Without lifting his head, he was leaning on the radiator, clutching a book.

My sight was blocked by the mountain of books in my arms, and I accidentally tripped over the leg of the table, and the thick stack of books fell with a clatter.

He looked up at me, picked up the book that fell on his lap with a blank expression, put it on my table, and then continued to look down at the book.

The students next to each other in the front and back seats squatted down to help me pick up scattered books and test papers, which formed a stark contrast with him.

I leaned over to pick up the book, feeling a little unhappy.It is a long way to go to establish diplomatic relations with such an unfriendly person and share the territory for mutual benefit and win-win.

In fact, we were acquaintances at that time. Since the first year of high school, because of the relationship between the same surname letters, we were divided into one group for every school activity.In my own words, our relationship is considered a strategic partnership. To put it bluntly, it means "reserve the right to dialogue, and don't stick to me if you are not friends with you."

I tidied up the books, pulled out the chair and sat down.Only then did I have the time to take a closer look at my neighbors who are separated by a strip of water.The neighboring country wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that day.It was actually a bit drafty by the window, and he was wrapped in Tianchao's blue and white school uniform, tightly clinging to the radiator behind him.

Even so, he still concentrated on reading Van Loon's "Human Liberation".

The whole class was changing seats, and I had nothing to do to finish my chemistry homework that night.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, I got up to go out.

"Shi Ming."

"what?"

He suddenly stuffed 50 yuan into my hand, "Buy me a bottle of Nutrition Express and Haoliyou."

"..." You see, a sign of an unequal treaty, "how do you know that I will definitely go to the playground?"

"Your Propaganda Department will go to the gymnasium to make posters for the track and field competition during the big break these days. Your minister told me."

"..." I reserve the right to make further reactions.

On the way to the playground, you will pass by the school supermarket.At the request of the neighboring country, I brought back the supplies he requested.

I later learned that it was his dinner that day.

Because our family lives close to the school, sometimes we will study at the school at night, which is more conducive to learning.

I usually go home for dinner after school and then go back to school.He was generally the same as me, but didn't come home that day.

Maybe it was because he didn't have a coat that day.

In March in the Northeast, the temperature is more than ten degrees below zero!He was only wearing a shirt and school uniform!Where is his coat?

When I was leaving for self-study, I saw Leng Xiaotai waiting at the door of the class holding a bulging down jacket.

He saw that he had rushed over from outside the school, and his face was red from the cold.

My deskmate went out with my schoolbag, grabbed my clothes, and didn't even say thank you.

Leng Xiaotai went up to help with the schoolbag with a playful smile, and while my tablemate was getting dressed, he grabbed his wrist, "Daughter-in-law, look at my face is freezing!"

Saying that he insisted on letting Zhen touch his face, my deskmate threw him away.

With a cold face and a cold ass, I remember being amused at the time.

My memory suddenly plays in order, like watching an old movie.Silent, but clear.

I stared at the ceiling, but in front of my eyes were the colorful pictures in my memory.The corners of the eyes are dry, and the mood is also dry.

It seems to be looking at someone else's memory. I just read a story, but I can't arouse my emotions at all.

I remember that it was the first time I took the initiative to establish a strategic cooperation relationship with me, because during a class activity, the head teacher asked the whole class a question.

He said, if there was one thing in the world that you could control, what would it be?

At that time, a book called "Currency War" just became popular in the class.It's mostly about how bankers control the pulse of the world through money.So many students answered currency.

The head teacher looked at the answer sheet and called me up.

Because my answer at the time was a bit curious, it was particles.

I said that by controlling the particles, I can control the composition of matter, and even time and space and dimensions.By controlling particle trajectory and period, I can also create parallel worlds.

There was a burst of laughter in the class, Xiao Yao said that you are going to be super god, Brother Ming.

Yes, I also followed the music, and my eyes were crooked with a smile.I sat down, and he suddenly came over and said to me, I appreciate you very much.

I say thank you.

Since then, I have eaten some of his friends.

Later, when I went to the class teacher's office to help deliver the homework, I saw the answer sheet, and I wrote the same answer as me.

particle.

Suddenly, my chest tightened suddenly, and that picture appeared again.

He said stop.

I turn off the ignition and turn around.

I said, what shall we do next.

The light was too dim, and I couldn't see his expression clearly.I don't know if he was terrified at the time or remained indifferent as always.

I suddenly pounced on me and got down on one knee on my car seat.There was a click of the car door, and I felt empty behind me, and then I was pushed out of the car by him.

I don't know how accurate his whole set of movements is to a few seconds, but it's enough for him to escape from that car.

Outside the car is a cliff.But I was dragged safely by the unkempt branches.

He even figured this out.

I suddenly felt that my head was swollen, and the memories of the short ten days filled my brain instantly.

Who is Li Ming?How did you die?What is he here for?

Is the murder case in S county related to Dr. Zhou's case and me?

Is that truck here to kill me?

Feeling very thirsty, I sat up.

It is already three in the morning.The lights were still on on the second floor of the building opposite.

I was very calm then, but looking back now, I must have been crazy.

I put on a T-shirt and pushed the door out.

The community is very quiet at night, only the sound of my footsteps around me.

I walked up to the second floor, but the voice-activated lights were not on, and the corridor was very dark.

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

I wasn't scared at all, and I wasn't looking forward to it.

The brain center is not excited.

The door did not open.

I thought I was very tenacious when I knocked on the door of my house, so I knocked over and over again.

I probably knocked until it was almost dawn, and I didn't bring my watch, so I felt it should be four o'clock.

He sighed, but still had no intention of kicking the door.

A gentleman like me.

Then some gentleman slammed his forehead hard against the door.

With a bang, the voice-activated lights in the entire corridor turned on!

It wasn't that I was stupid enough to headbutt, someone grabbed me from behind.He pressed the back of my head and slammed the door hard.

Then he said, "Still?" (Not yet on...)

I can't move, I can't turn back.He vaguely felt a tall middle-aged man standing behind him with a rough voice.

And fucking speak English!

The man's hands were so large I felt like the entire back of my head was covered.

I remember there was a mother and daughter in the house behind me, and I didn't want to scare them, and I said, "Can we have a good talk, if you can?"

"Hi! DJ, Chineseisaboveme!" (What, DJ, I can't understand Chinese) Another voice, there are actually two people? !

"Well, EnglishisOK..." I said, "Weneedtotalk.Maybe...anotherplace" (I can speak English, can we talk in another place)

The person behind me ignored my question, he bent down and pressed my ear, "Where is Toki?"

"..." His cigarette smell was heavy, I frowned, "Idon't know."

"Whoareu?"

"Justapasserby" (just a passerby)

"Sweet."

The conversation came to an abrupt end and he let go of me.

I turned around, slightly relieved.

But I was wrong.

When I was off guard, I was hit hard in the stomach.The tearing pain spread to my chest, and I spit out a mouthful of blood.

It's the first day I left, I miss you.It's the second day after I left, I miss you.It was the third day after I left, I ate three packs of spicy strips, and my butt hurt. —Excerpt from "The Diary of a Little Widow".